Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.